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Quick Grab Shag
By Les Lea

The Internet is a fine way of meeting local shags. If you are messaging each other on the net then, if you live close enough, you might as well be screwing… and that's what we decided to do. His profile said he was into rugby (and rugby players… or at least guys with that kind of strong build) but that he was 'versatile' and loved wearing trackie bottoms and trainers or white rugby shorts and boots. Well, there were a few other things to 'Stantheman' as well but that's the basics. He'd messaged me and said he'd like to sink his dick into me at the first opportunity… so after a couple more brief bits of e-mail I ended up sitting on his sofa having a drink whist we chatted. I'm not sure at what point he'd gone off the idea of a shag because he didn't actually come out and say anything, but the conversation we were having, although it was cordial enough, was getting nowhere fast. We talked about his life as a soldier, more
 recently as a builder but now he was without work and looking for an opportunity to arise for him to get back into full-time employment. His profile said he was 42 years old but on meeting him it was clear he was more than likely 52, which he later confessed to be. Despite his age he told me he had been doing a bit of advertising in the local free press offering his services as a masseur… and he'd been getting a steady set of guys wanting that sort of attention. I began to think that perhaps he wanted me to pay, and although I have no objections to paying, it hadn't been mentioned before I'd arrived and to be brutally honest, were I to pay; I would want someone other than him. However, the suggestion of payment never came up but he did mention that his home had become something of a 'brothel' and that a young mate of his was always popping in bringing a bit of trade. His young mate couldn't do it at home as he had a wife and three little
 girls to think about. 'Stantheman'… I think I'll call him Stan from now on… said that often, after his mate had shagged his bit of trade, he also got to shove his cock in for sloppy seconds. He said how much he loved fucking a guy who was full of spunk. Not very PC I know, but I can't help but admit that my own cock gave more than a little throb as he described the sensations he felt as he plundered in. Dave was his mate's name and he loved to fuck hard and quick and wasn't particularly bothered if his piece of ass came or not. As long as his cock erupted in a tight, sometime not overly willing hole, he was happy. He also loved to get sucked off, well that is according to Stan, who had done Dave himself a few times (this is how they originally became friends) and that he came in a huge explosion of cum that often overflowed the mouth his dick was invading. Dave loved to see a guy covered in his cock snot and took a great deal of pride in
 the amount of ball juice he could spray or deposit in any hole provided. His three daughters were proof that he was indeed a very fertile man and I'm sure his wife… well I have no idea about his wife because at that moment Stan's mobile phone rang and he answered. "Oh hi Dave" he smiled into the mouthpiece, "I was just talking about you." He listened for a while. "Where are you now?" He paused, "Well get yourself round here… I have someone who… by the look of the bulge in his pants… would love to meet you." I was shocked at such a suggestion but obviously Stan knew that my mind was already racing at this surprising new twist. "Oh yes… very much so…" I gathered Dave was asking questions about me but I could only hear the responses and I was dreading hearing the words "Forget it." Can you imagine how embarrassing that would have been, to being dumped before a meeting?" Stan clicked off his phone. "Dave will be
 here in a couple of minutes, he's just at the end of the road." I think he said that just on the faint chance that I'd make a bolt for the door but in truth I was quite fascinated to meet this spunky guy. I knew I could always make my excuses and leave if I wanted to… there were no chains or threats keeping me sat in that arm chair. Stan and I chatted for a further 5 or 6 minutes before the door opened, without knocking I might add, and in he walked.

He was around 6' tall, 28 years-old, slim but not very muscular, a face that still bore the scars from pubescent acne and was what I would regard as a bit of a 'chav'. The baseball cap, the white trackie bottoms (I could see now why Stan wore these) the blue Fred Perry polo shirt and the white adidas trainers were almost stereotypical of what I would have thought a 'chav' would dress like. He was carrying a couple of plastic bags and he looked over to Stan and in a broad common accent said, "Shopping for me girls." He put the bags down and gave me the once over. I think I saw a nod being exchanged between the two and after a few minutes of them chatting together about his daughters (who he was obviously very proud of ), and a party he was taking them to later that afternoon, he came and sat next to me on my chair arm. Stan had mentioned earlier that despite being a total family man; loving his wife and daughters… he just loved fucking
 guys. Sometimes for money but mainly just guys he'd pick up at the local cruising areas. He was, according to Stan, very successful at cruising and almost insatiable as he was constantly horny. I was about to find out just how horny Dave was.

"D' ya fancy a fuck?" Dave was nothing if not direct and I was having slight trouble dealing with this directness. I was thinking maybe I should make a little joke of it, pretend I misheard him, play coy but in the end I simply said "OK". We left Stan in the living room watching TV as Dave guided me to a little room that had a single bed in it. The curtains were drawn, the sheets looked clean and there was a yellow, low voltage, table light making the room glow quite nicely. Next to the bed there was a small table with lotions and potions, lubes and gels and some condoms in a fancy little yellow bowl… I assumed this was Stan's place of business and that there was another room where he slept.
With no preamble Dave started stripping off. His shirt was first, revealing a narrow chest with just a few wisps of hair around his small but taut nipples. Kicking off his trainers he pulled the chord on his trackies and pushed them to the floor then this lean shagging machine was left in just a pair of  blue Y-fronts (I suppose they matched his shirt) and a bulge that was already looking pretty impressive. I was staring and taking my time to strip but he looked a bit fed up with the time I was taking and stepped up close and started to give me a hand. In fact he pushed and pulled at my clothes and had me stripped in seconds, my lycra trunks being ripped off and thrown into the corner. "OK… on t' bed," he ordered and I was unceremoniously pushed onto my stomach. "Nice arse," he commented. "I'm gonna enjoy stuffing my dick up it." Well he wasn't one for romance but I have to admit my cock was hard as nails pressed into the sheets. I
 heard him remove his undies and he threw them into the same corner where mine were and immediately I felt him straddling my body as he joined me on the bed. "Do ya like it fast or slow?" He whispered in my ear as he grabbed something off the bedside table. "Oh… erm.. I'm not…" I didn't get to finish my response before I felt a couple of oily finger slipping into my butt hole. "Ohh yes… nice 'n' tight… mmm… that's jus' what I need." He slid his fingers further in causing me to buck a little. "Keep that arse jus' like that," he ordered. "Fuck me…" he began to say but interrupted himself as I felt the firmness of his dick rest briefly against my crack. He fell forward and pierced my quivering hole and pushed on up. Hell, he was a lot bigger and thicker than I thought and I was really struggling to cope. He wasn't giving me any options and the question moments earlier as to whether I wanted it fast or slow
 were superfluous as he forced his cock in and up in a frantic series of speedy fucks. I squealed just a little, as I was shocked at the speed and strength he went at me. My head was buried into the pillow trying to stifle any further girly screams as he got on with business and powered away… "That's it… ya fucker… keep it tight… Ohhh yes… mmmm … fuckin…" He chanted and encouraged himself all the way through his potent shag. My guts felt pummelled and raw as my hole tried in vain to clamp shut but he was strong for a wiry man and was definite on what he wanted out of a fuck.  He rested his hands on my shoulders and pinned me well into the bed as his thick cock repeated its journey in and out of me like a piston engine. My mind was focused on not letting out a cry as his dick found its way deeper than I had ever been fucked before and I panicked a little. For a brief moment I wondered if this was how he fucked his wife but that thought
 was soon erased as he pulled me onto my knees and continued his deep and scary shag. He must have been hitting the right spot because, despite my discomfort, I shot my load and couldn't believe the amount that just kept spraying out of me. I was swearing and shouting as I erupted like never before.  Spurt after spurt as he rode my hide before eventually slowing down. I could hear him strangle a scream. "Ohh fuck fuck fuck… mmm," was the only indication I got that he had reached his orgasm although I could feel his thick cock throb in my hole as he kept on coming and filling me with his juice. After just a few seconds he pulled out, grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped his cock before searching for his pants. He located them quickly and was dressed and on his way before I even got my breath back. Talk about a quick grab shag! I'd never had such a brilliant, if painful, orgasm in my life, and despite everything, I didn't want him to go… I
 wanted to go again. "OK" he said by way of conversation, "got to get t' kids to t' party." With that he was out of the room. I heard him pick up his bags and say a few mumbled words to Stan then the door slammed shut. I was still completely wrecked and just wanted to lay there for a few minutes to get by breath back. After a short while I looked over my shoulder and a naked Stan walked into the room. His cock was hard and I knew where it was meant for. He straddled the bed and lowered himself carefully into my cum filled hole. There was no conversation at all as he set about giving me a slow, deep, sensual fuck that was the complete opposite of what I'd just done with Dave. He seemed to take pleasure in my little moans as his surprisingly long cock pushed up against my prostate. Each measured thrust grazed along it and produced electricity that was missing from Dave. His animal fuck had brought out a response in me but this thoughtful shag
 was giving me a chance to enjoy, rather than endure, getting a stuffing. He reached under me and tweaked my nipples as that lazy cock travelled in and out. Occasionally, I could see him looking at how his own cock was slipping effortlessly into my hole and enjoying the view as Dave's spunk oozed out, only to be fed back in as lube to this fabulous slow-motion shag. I was literally crying with pleasure when he speeded up, my arse rising to get every single centimetre of his dick inside me that I could. He appreciated my joining in and we spent a good hour or so on that single bed with me getting my arse ploughed like I had never done before. Stan's only words to me were right at the end when he said "Ohhh jesus mate… fuck… ohhh Christ that's good." And he held me tightly as he deposited his seed with his mates. We actually both dozed off for a few minutes and were awoken by the return of Dave. 

Stan pulled out, patted my arse and smiled. He wasn't a pretty man by any means but I had enjoyed his fuck. I turned over trying to ease my aching body off the bed when Dave closed the door behind the exiting Stan and started to pull his clothes off again. I wasn't sure I was in the mood for another assault but as soon as he threw his underpants back into the same corner as mine, and his throbbing dick pointed at me, I knew I wasn't going to refuse. I was just about to turn over and let him do his worst but he told me to stay as I was. His cock was a lot bigger than I had thought from the bulge in his pants I'd seen earlier, thicker as well but I knew that from the feeling his cock had given me when he first penetrated my grasping hole. Now my hole was open and wide and was flowing two lots of cum out onto the sheets. He pulled my heavy legs up over his shoulders and put a great dollop of escaping cum on the end of his cock as he pushed on in for
 the second time. Again he didn't wait for me to get comfortable; he forced his way in and grunted in satisfaction as his hips jabbed his thick cock deep into my guts. This position gave me a completely different feeling to his first fuck; for one thing it felt a lot more uncomfortable for me as he thrust forward, my back arching more making the starin on my neck most uncomfortable. His dick… punching around my bowels… felt like an attempt to reach my throat. I watched him as he concentrated on reaching the orgasm I knew he was only interested in… his. That cock could certainly produce some strange sensations as I bucked and twisted into various positions trying to make his dick more comfortable. I stretched out but he almost slipped out and I could see from his expression that wasn't part of his plan. He pushed my legs over my head until they were resting against the bed head then he set about giving me the type of speeded fuck you normally
 only see in cartoons. I was really hurting and desperate to either throw him off, which wasn't going to happen, or for him to blast another gallon or two of his hot spunk into my battered bum. Now he seemed to enjoy my grimaces as his cock thumped into another sensitive part of my stomach but I could also detect that he was approaching those final few manic thrusts.  His eyes closed as he emptied himself for the second time and I could feel again the many spurts that made up a Dave orgasm. Slipping out of me, his still erect cock was covered in spunk and he pushed it towards my face but I shook my head. I could see he was debating with himself whether to make me lick him clean but in the end he just smiled and again made a grab for the box of tissues. He was dressed and out the door in what seemed like seconds as I decided enough was enough and made to look for my clothes. Rising from the bed was difficult. The position I'd been in had stopped some
 of the blood flow to parts of my arms and legs and I stumbled to get up. I rolled over and fell onto the floor with a huge bang that brought Stan in to check that all was OK. I was naked and on all fours and slowly inching myself to the corner where my pants were. Stan came and sat on the bed and his big hand gently patted my bashed and bruised arse. He was dressed so I didn't think I was in danger of getting another fucking but one of his thick fingers slipped easily into my well lubricated hole. "Not now Stan." I said and he withdrew his digit slowly. "I ache like hell and I need to find my pants." Stan stood up and helped me to my feet. "What you need is a massage to ease out those aches." I tried to say no, that I was OK and had to be on my way, but he helped me back onto the bed and onto my stomach. "I'm pretty good at massage," he said, "and you'll feel a lot better than you do now." I had to admit I didn't know how I
 was going to make it to my car as I ached in every bone in my body. I reluctantly agreed and Stan immediately poured some rather sweet and zesty smelling oil onto his hands and proceeded to smooth it into my shoulders. God it felt good. I'd never had a massage before and I had to admit this felt amazing… and it was something I would have paid to have done.
He kept telling me to 'chill' and he put some music on that seemed to go with this feeling of total relaxation. He picked up my arms and rubbed lotion or something that left them soothed and at ease. Stan's slow manipulating fingers certainly worked and I found myself drifting off under his ministrations. I could distantly feel him working his hands up from my ankles towards the top of my thighs.  The oil and music were working their charms as he reached my arse cheeks and he simply carried on, smoothing the oil and gently massaging my arse cheeks. I must have dropped off completely for a few seconds because I could now feel his weight straddling the bed and my arse having something trickled into it. A few seconds later my hole began to get hot and itchy and Stan leaned forward. "You have a lovely bum." He said has he lowered himself into me. I couldn't understand why my arse was now hot and it seemed to be on fire. "My arse…" I
 squealed. "Don't worry," Stan said reassuringly "I'm just trying out a new oil." "But it burns," I tried to make him understand but now his dick was deep in and he began to fuck me wildly. His cock must have been on fire as well as he was hooting and screaming, although with a bit more restraint than I was. "Get it out…. Get it out." I shouted my complaints but he just manfully put up with the irritation as he fucked me quickly - certainly not as enjoyable as before. He came in seconds and removed his dick swiftly looking for a different oil to rub into it to take away the stinging sensation. "It shouldn't have done that," was all I heard Stan say as he went off to the bathroom. He came back with a wet cloth and set about wiping my cummy, stinging arse. "Sorry about that… I was trying a new…" he peered at the label on the small bottle, "mmm sorry… I don't think this essence has been mixed with enough oil. I'm
 really sorry." My arse ring was still on fire and I was even more desperate to find my pants, I wanted to get out of there before he tried some other potion… or Dave came back. I didn't thank Stan when I swept out of his home as my bum was itching and I kept trying to release my underpants from my arse crack in the desperate attempt to relive some of the prickliness. As I walked toward my car all I could do was rub at my stinging hole as I tried pathetically for a moment's relief, which must have looked quite bizarre to any onlookers. My soggy wet crack was sore and my arse muscle had not yet snapped back into place, so that as I sat in the driving seat I filled my underpants with all that my two fuckers had forced up me.  I sat embarrassed with myself but only too glad there was no one else around to notice my final humiliation. I drove back home, stripped and threw my wet jeans and soggy underwear into the bin and went for a shower. As the
 warm jets revived me I began to think of all that had happened and my cock rose up to the memory. As the throbbing increased I had to have a wank there and then as my mind both my mind and body relived the best fucking(s) I'd ever had. Once I finished the shower I went and retrieved my soggy messy underpants and put them in a plastic bag to be kept as a souvenir…!







      

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